Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from China and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
the Association,
UT,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.